They met.
But now they wish they hadn't.
All that is left now,
is the ache in their hearts.
An agony of realisation.
A tear from a heart,
for all souls who could never be together.
There are walls between them.
Walls of glass, of sand, of blood.
Walls that keep those souls apart,
for aeons, perhaps.
We build those walls.
And still, we say its a world without walls.
We make ourselves deny this naked truth.
Now, all they can do is dream,
about a world without walls.
A world, where their love would have bloomed.




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